I mean Sexy, of course.

Yesterday (Wednesday), I brought the poor dear to get fixed (technical word: Ovarian Hysterectomy.. yikes). They had her scheduled for a declawing, as well. Oh, they also had her age as 12 weeks, and had me living in "Sheet Arbour", and the last 4 digits in my phone number as 5368...

Really, I should have turned on my heel and left. I didn't though. I straightened everything out (so I assume). The nurse (or whatever she is) told I really, really, really should have her vaccinated, so I agreed, even though I was hoping I could delay it for a few more weeks.

So, after spending a day at UW (why do I keep going back there?) I picked Sexy up again. She was surprisingly alert. When I got her home, she pranced around for a bit. It wasn't until she layed down that I noticed that all the hair on her stomach was shaved off, and she had a GIANT SCAR all along her abdomen. I was a little shocked, as Nursy told me I "wouldn't even notice it". Ri-iight.

We eventually lost Sexy during a family game of Texas Hold'em. The pain medication had worn off, and the poor thing just wanted to be left alone. She was a little whiny, and could not be picked up, or handled too much. Even today, I had to lift her up onto my bed so she could get in her much needed cuddle time with me.

She'll be fine in a few days, but for now, she's one sad cat.

On that note: MERRY CHRISTMAS! In a surprise turn of events MW has decided to spend the holidays with my family. Should be interesting!